<<Sebastien & Kathryn>> [t1]
"At the very most, I must at least try," Sebastien admitted quietly, closing his eyes and focusing, "I will not run away. It would reflect poorly on my lineage." Sebastien opened his eyes, getting only a momentary glimpse of Ichiro's staff. A glimpse was all that he was allowed for, just as soon as he was looking upon him, the world went black. Not black, as in dark, but an empty black. Noise still swirled around him in a disorienting way, so Sebastien was at least still alive, but he could not see.
He could feel the solid grip with which he clutched his staff, he could feel that he was still on his feet, but he could not see. Was this part of Ichiro's attack? I should not have gazed towards that light, Sebastien thought crossly. He had never fought without the ability to see, especially against an opponent that could, potentially, still be able to see. It'd be like trying to hit a piñata while blindfolded.
Sebastien listened for Ichiro's telepathic voice, or for any sign of movement, without really searching for him. It'd be dangerous to try and hunt for him. He kept his staff raised, and his senses that still functioned were on red-alert. Why hasn't he attacked me yet?
Kathryn watched, her fingers curling into her legs, her tension building when neither of them seemed to move. Sebastien looked around, but his eyes were unfocused, and as he shuffled sideways, he felt with his feet. Something was wrong. She looked to Ichiro, who seemed equally confused, if not momentarily hindered. What was going on?
Kathryn nodded at the girl, slightly worried about the girl's anxiety. Was she worried about her own well-being, or was she worried about Kathryn's well-being? Kathryn wanted to suggest that they call the fight off, but she wasn't sure that she was in the power to do so. Kathryn inhaled, closed her eyes, and decided to let the face off run its own course.
The quavering note of her flute cut through the air. There was a wave of silence. The show was about to begin. Kathryn opened her eyes, peering at Mary placidly. If this battle permitted it, she would not attempt to do her harm. She'd only seriously attack Mary if the situation called for it.
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